we have a dance course going on. this means wearing track pants and tights. and i hate wearing track pants and i look funny in tights. thus this week has been a miserable one in terms of clothes. that fact that i have to wear clothes that i don’t like doesn’t make me jump start my day. every morning i lie on the bed and think of not going to college and of stupid excuses. but i get up and end up going to college with a very sleepy face. but yesterday was different. as soon as i left the house i was greeted by a beautiful cobweb
i was on brigade road. walking down the street with a friend. suddenly out of nowhere i here someone screaming my name. “KOSHYYYY!!!! KOSHY!!!” did they actually call me or where they just talking about koshy’s loudly. i turn around to see the source the noise. i see two fashionably dressed girls loooking in my direction. i wonder who are they. their seem so familiar. i am trying to recall where i have seen them or how i know them. and then like a lightening it strikes me its them.
this is a fetus.
it hangs from the locker.
i keep my materials in the locker.
with the materials i make a product.
the products are at some point or the other in the stage of development.
this is my product in development.
it is a developing product.
like it is a developing baby.
Sushmita Rachel Charlu